Done

Crazy unreal you call my view
Strange and odd I would seem to you
Understanding ugly dark surreal
From the disturbed night I steal
But sunny days they don't know
I let no indication show
Hand raised I want to say
The poem
She is me long ago
Not demented but looking for a place to go
Hating and adoring are more possible things
Like twines of the same string
She is I and I am me
My hand goes down, I won't let them see